Cinderella
You're as lovely as your name
Cinderella
You're a sunset in a frame
Though you're dressed in rags
You wear an air of queenly grace
Anyone can see
A throne would be your proper place
Cinderella
If you give your heart a chance
It will lead you
To the kingdom of romance
There you'll see your dreams unfold
Cinderella
In the sweetest story
Ever told
Once upon a time, in a faraway land,
there was a tiny kingdom...
... peaceful, prosperous and rich in romance and tradition.
Here, in a stately chateau,
there lived a widowed gentleman and his little daughter, Cinderella.
Although he was a kind and devoted father,
and gave his beloved child every luxury and comfort,
still he felt she needed a mother's care.
And so, he married again,
choosing for his second wife a woman of good family,
with two daughters just Cinderella's age:
By name, Anastasia and Drizella.
It was upon the untimely death of this good man, however,
that the stepmother's true nature was revealed.
Cold, cruel and bitterly jealous of Cinderella's charm and beauty,
she was grimly determined to forward the interests
of her own two awkward daughters.
Thus, as time went by,
the chateau fell into disrepair.
For the family fortunes were squandered upon the vain and selfish stepsisters,
while Cinderella was abused, humiliated
and finally forced to become a servant in her own house.
And yet, through it all,
Cinderella remained ever gentle and kind.
For with each dawn, she found new hope that someday
her dreams of happiness would come true.
Well, serves you right, spoiling people's best dreams.
Yes, I know it's a lovely morning, but...
...it was a lovely dream too.
What kind of a dream?
Can't tell.
'Cause if you tell a wish, it won't come true.
And, after all...
A dream is a wish
Your heart makes
When you're fast asleep
In dreams you will lose
Your heartaches
Whatever you wish for
You keep
Have faith
In your dreams and someday
Your rainbow will come smiling through
No matter how your heart is grieving
If you keep on believing
The dream that you wish
Will come true
Oh, that clock.
Old killjoy.
I hear you. Come on, get up, you say.
Time to start another day.
Even he orders me around.
Well, there's one thing.
They can't order me to stop dreaming.
And perhaps someday...
The dreams that I wish
Will come true
No matter how your heart is grieving
If you keep on believing
The dream that you wish
Will come true
Look what I found. Over there.
Wait a minute.
One at a time, please.
Now, Jaq, what's all the fuss about?
New mouse in the house. Brand-new. Never saw it before.
- Visitor. Visitor! - Oh, a visitor.
Well, she'll need a dress...
- No, no. - It's not a she, it's a he.
- He, he. - Oh, that does make a difference.
- He'll need a jacket and shoes... - Gotta get him out!
- It's in a rat trap. - Where?
In a trap? Why didn't you say so?
Now, now, calm down, everybody.
Oh, the poor little thing's scared to death.
Jaq, maybe you better explain things to him.
Zuk, zuk, Cinderelly.
Now, now. Look, little guy.
Take it easy. Nothin' to worry about.
We like you. Cinderelly likes you too.
She's nice, very nice.
That's better. Come on, now. Zuk, zuk.
Zuk, zuk.
Well, that's better.
Well, let's just slip it on for size.
It is a little snug.
But it'll have to do.
Now, for a name.
I've got one. Octavius.
- But for short, we'll call you Gus. - Like it, Gus-Gus?
- Like it? - Gus-Gus.
I've got to hurry. See he keeps out of trouble, Jaq.
And don't forget to warn him about the cat.
Zuk, zuk. Look, did you ever see a cat, cat?
- Cat, cat? - Cat, cat. Lucify. That's him.
Meany, sneaky.
Jump at you. Bite at you.
Big, big. Big as a house.
Zuk, zuk, Lucify?
Lucify, zuk, zuk.
Here, kitty, kitty.
Come, kitty. Come on.
Lucifer! Come here!
I'm sorry if Your Highness objects to an early breakfast.
It's certainly not my idea to feed you first.
It's orders. Come on.
Lucify. Is that Lucify?
Zuk, Lucify. That's him.
Gus-Gus take-a Lucify and...
...look at! - No, Gus-Gus, no.
Now, listen here. Lucify not funny.
Lucify mean.
Bruno.
Bruno!
Dreaming again.
Chasing Lucifer?
Catch him this time?
That's bad.
Suppose they heard you upstairs.
You know the orders.
So if you don't want to lose that nice, warm bed,
you'd better get rid of those dreams.
Know how?
Just learn to like cats.
No, I mean it. Lucifer has his good points too.
For one thing, he...
Well, sometimes he...
There must be something good about him.
Bruno!
Oh, Bruno.
Come on, now. Outside.
I know it isn't easy,
but at least we should try to get along together.
And that includes you, Your Majesty.
Breakfast time. Everybody up. Hurry.
Come on, everybody, breakfast.
Come on. Let's eat breakfast.
Breakfast? Breakfast!
Lucify. How we gonna get out?
Let's see.
Listen, everybody. Got an idea.
Now, somebody got to sneak out,
get Lucify to chase him,
run over to the corner and keep Lucify there.
- Then we all run out. Zuk? - Zuk, zuk. Out.
Now we choose the one to do it. Ibby-dibby hop.
- Hop. - Hop.
- Ready, hop. - Hop.
Hop.
- Now... - Hop, hop, hop.
Hop.
Oh, there you are.
I was wondering.
All right. Breakfast is served.
Take it easy, cluck-cluck.
Let go! Let go, now.
Stop that. Shoo! Go on. Shoo.
Shoo, shoo!
Poor little Gus.
Here.
Help yourself.
Where's Gus-Gus? Well, guess he got away.
Cinderella!
All right. I'm coming.
Oh, my goodness. Morning, noon and night.
Cinderella!
Coming, coming.
Cinderella!
I'm coming.
- Cinderella! - In a minute.
Cinderella!
Good morning, Drizella. Sleep well?
As if you care.
Take that ironing and have it back in an hour.
One hour, you hear?
Yes, Drizella.
- Good morning, Anastasia. - Well, it's about time.
Don't forget the mending.
Don't be all day getting it done, either.
Yes, Anastasia.
- Well, come in, child, come in. - Good morning, Stepmother.
Pick up the laundry and get on with your duties.
Yes, Stepmother.
Mother! Oh, Mother! Mother!
Mother!
You did it. You did it on purpose.
Mother! Mother, Mother, Mother!
Now what did you do?
She put it there. A big, ugly mouse, under my teacup.
All right, Lucifer. What did you do with him?
Oh, you're not fooling anybody.
We'll just see about this.
Come on. Let him go.
Now the other one.
Come on!
Oh, poor little Gus.
Oh, Lucifer, won't you ever learn?
Cinderella!
Yes, Stepmother.
Are you gonna get it.
Close the door, Cinderella.
Come here.
- You don't think that I... - Hold your tongue.
Now...
...it seems we have time on our hands.
- But I was only trying to... - Silence!
Time for vicious practical jokes.
Perhaps we can put it to better use.
Now, let me see...
There's the large carpet in the main hall.
Clean it!
And the windows, upstairs and down.
Wash them!
Oh, yes. And the tapestries and the draperies.
- But I just finished... - Do them again!
And don't forget the garden. Scrub the terrace.
Sweep the halls and the stairs. Clean the chimneys.
And, of course, there's the mending and the sewing and the laundry.
Oh, yes. And one more thing.
See that Lucifer gets his bath.
My son has been avoiding his responsibilities long enough.
It's high time he married and settled down.
Of course, Your Majesty.
- But we must be patient. - I am patient!
But I'm not getting any younger, you know.
I want to see my grandchildren before I go.
- I understand, sire. - No.
No, you don't know what it means to see your only child
grow farther, farther
and farther away from you.
I'm...
I'm lonely in this desolate old palace.
I... I want to hear the pitter-patter of little feet again.
Now, now, Your Majesty.
- Perhaps if we just let him alone... - Let him alone?
With his silly romantic ideas?
But, sire, in matters of love...
Love.
Just a boy meeting a girl under the right conditions. So...
...we're arranging the conditions. - But, Your Majesty,
- if the prince should suspect. - Suspect!
- Look, the boy's coming home today. - Yes, sire.
Well, what could be more natural than a ball to celebrate his return?
Nothing, sire.
If all the eligible maidens in my kingdom just...
...happen to be there,
why, he's bound to show interest in one of them, isn't he?
- Isn't he? - Yes, sire.
The moment he does...
Soft lights.
Romantic music.
All the trimmings!
It can't possibly fail.
Can it?
Yes, sire. No, sire!
Very well, sire.
I shall arrange the ball for...
- Tonight. - Tonight. Tonight?
- Oh, but, sire... - Tonight!
And see that every eligible maid is there.
Understand?
Yes, Your Majesty.
The pear-shaped toad
Sing, sweet nightingale
High
Above me
Oh, sing, sweet nightingale
Sing, sweet nightingale
High
Above
Oh, sing, sweet nightingale
Sing, sweet nightingale
High
Oh, sing, sweet nightingale
Sing, sweet
Nightingale
Oh, sing, sweet nightingale
Sing, sweet
Oh, sing, sweet nightingale
Sing
Oh, sing, sweet nightingale
Oh, sing, sweet
Oh, sing
Oh, Lucifer!
You mean old thing.
I'm just going to have to teach you a lesson.
Open in the name of the king.
An urgent message from His Imperial Majesty.
- Thank you. - From the king!
- What's it say, Cinderelly? - What's it say? Huh?
I don't know.
He said it's urgent.
Oh
Maybe I should interrupt the... music lesson.
Sing, sweet nightingale
High
You clumsy! You did it on purpose.
Be still, you!
- Remember, above all... - It's her fault.
...self-control.
Yes!
I've warned you never to interrupt...
- This just arrived from the palace. - From the palace!
- Give it here. - Let me have it.
I'll read it.
Well, there's to be a ball.
- A ball! - In honor of His Highness, the prince.
- Oh, the prince! - And, by royal command,
every eligible maiden is to attend.
- Why, that's us! - And I'm so eligible.
That means I can go too.
Her, dancing with the prince.
I'd be honored, Your Highness.
Would you mind holding my broom?
Well, why not?
After all, I'm still a member of the family.
And it says, "By royal command, every eligible maiden is to attend."
Yes, so it does.
Well, I see no reason why you can't go.
- If you get all your work done. - Oh, I will. I promise.
And if you can find something suitable to wear.
I'm sure I can. Oh, thank you, Stepmother.
Mother, do you realize what you just said?
Of course.
I said "if."
Oh. "If."
Isn't it lovely?
- It was my mother's. - It's pretty, but it looks old.
Well, maybe it is old-fashioned, but I'll fix that.
- How do you do it? - Wait a minute.
There ought to be some good ideas in here.
Uh-huh.
- This one. - Oh, very nice. Nice.
- Like it. - It'll be easy.
I'll have to shorten the sleeves, I'll need a sash,
- a ruffle, something for a collar... - Cinderella!
- Oh, now what do they want? - Cinderella!
Oh, well.
I guess my dress will just have to wait.
- Cinderella! - Cinderella!
All right, all right. I'm coming.
Poor Cinderelly.
Every time she finds a minute, that's the time when they begin it.
- Cinderelly, Cinderelly. - Cinderella!
Cinderelly, Cinderelly Night and day it's Cinderelly
Make the fire Fix the breakfast
Wash the dishes Do the moppin'
And the sweepin' and the dustin'
They always keep her hoppin'
She go around in circles
Till she very, very dizzy
- Still they holler - Keep a-busy, Cinderelly
Yeah. Keep a-busy.
You know what?
- Cinderelly not go to the ball. - What?
- Not go? - What did you say?
You'll see.
They'll fix her.
Work, work, work.
She'll never get her dress done.
Poor Cinderelly.
Hey! We can do it!
We can do it We can do it
We can help our Cinderelly We can make the dress so pretty
There's nothing to it, really
We'll tie a sash around it Put a ribbon through it
When dancing at the ball she'll be more beautiful than all
In the lovely dress we'll make for Cinderelly
Hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry
Gonna help our Cinderelly
Got no time to dilly-dally
- We got to get it goin' - I'll cut it with the scissors.
- And I can do the sewing. - Leave the sewing to the women.
You go get some trimmin'.
And we'll make a lovely dress for Cinderelly
We'll make a lovely dress for Cinderelly
Follow me, Gus-Gus. I know where to go.
Find the pretty-pretty for this dress.
Cinderelly will be surprised.
Surprise, surprise. Very surprised.
And this, too, my slippers. Don't forget...
- Take my dress. - Here, mend the buttonholes.
- Press my skirt, and mind the ruffle. - And Cinderella?
- Yes? - When you're through,
and before you begin your regular chores,
- I have a few little things. - Very well.
I don't see why everybody else has nice things to wear,
and I always end up in these old rags.
This sash! I wouldn't be seen dead in it.
You should talk. These beads! I am sick of looking at them.
- Trash. - Oh, I hate this.
Come on, and be care-fee.
Yes, yes. Real care-fee.
We can use that, Gus-Gus.
Pretty, pretty.
Look out. Lucify!
Oh! Beads!
Very pretty beads!
A dream is a wish your heart makes
When you're fast asleep
In dreams you will lose your heartaches
Whatever you wish for, you keep
Have faith in your dreams and someday
No matter how your heart is grieving
If you keep on believing
The dream that you wish will come true
Okay. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.
Whatever you wish for, you keep